This is shit.
This may be a big surprise:
You're not the centre of my life
I know you think that you're darn tootin'
But I'm more busy avoiding gluten
No, I do not spend my days
Dreaming up all of the ways
That I could cause you misery
Or make you have to contact me
Your arrogance shines like a light
When you think that I want to fight
Like I have nothing better to do
Than bicker over shit with you
So sure, I read your stuff online
But not because for you I pine
I'm not obsessed with you, you see
I'm really just obsessed with me
Call me vain and self-absorbed
(or a "souless cheating whore")
But you know how I love attention
And if I ever get a mention
In your poetry or prose
I am going to want to know.
When I saw those lies on your page
Initially I just felt rage
That you'd put me in such a light
At least get your fucking facts right
I'm not the model girlfriend, sure
I might be a bitch but I'm not a whore
As for lies, I can think of one time
And I don't think that's what you had in mind
But several times I caught YOU lying
Many nights you left me crying
Not sure when you think I strayed
I would never cheat, no way
I have a clue who you suspect
Well, he was the least of your threats
I see a lot of irony
That soulless is what you call me
When you're the one that couldn't feel
Couldn't love me quite for real
Although you thought it in your head
Emotionally you were dead
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